Alpha Ryan
If there were alcohol in the background, it would have looked like a bar.
As I walk towards the reception, I hear a sassy tone behind me, “You are welcome, sir.”
I turn around to give the liftman a smile, "Pink suits you." I say while pointing towards his glistening hair. His eyes become narrow and lips come in a thin line as he murderously glares at me.
Hah! You pinky.
I walk to the reception like Tom Cruise does after blowing a car in the background. I see a female with excess makeup working on the computer. Her lipstick is out of her lip lines to make them look fuller. She looks at me, then smiles, knowing she caught me staring at her lips.